The Secret to Picking Up Girls

To the astonishment of the hotel manager, seven or eight members of the Tianxia Gang responded with a shout. Led by Li Yunpeng, they charged towards the twenty-odd members of the Flying Riders Gang like tigers entering a flock of sheep. Despite their numbers, these individuals were no match for the elite, battle-hardened members of the Tianxia Gang, who had recently emerged victorious from several fierce encounters. The Tianxia Gang members, working together, quickly subdued them, one after another. Not a single one could withstand a single blow, and soon they were all groaning on the ground. The hotel manager watched the scene in stunned silence, unable to utter a word.

The Flying Riders Gang was a third-rate gang in FZ, controlling a few commercial streets. However, since its members were mostly uneducated youths with no source of income, they often resorted to petty theft to earn extra money. Although the name 'Flying Riders Gang' sounded impressive, larger local gangs in FJ looked down on them.

At that moment, inside a hall of the Flying Riders Gang, the air was thick with smoke and the sounds of gambling. Several half-naked youths were gathered around tables playing cards and mahjong, while others were drinking. They all appeared to be idle members of society, a true reflection of those at the bottom. They were all members of the Flying Riders Gang, who had no fixed jobs and spent their days loitering around, usually gambling or collecting protection fees.

"Boss, boss... something bad happened!" Just then, several youths stumbled in through the door, anxiously shouting at a fierce-looking man inside the room.

"Damn! Did someone kick your balls? What's the panic?" The man glared at the flustered youth with displeasure.

"Boss, some of our brothers were beaten up. They're in the hospital waiting for you to pay their medical bills!" The youth stammered, seemingly afraid.

"What? My brothers were beaten up? Who has the guts to do that? Brothers, let's go find them!" Hearing this, the man slammed his cards on the table, his face contorted with rage.

"No need, I'm already here." Just then, a cold voice echoed from outside. Needless to say, it was Zhang Yuze who had arrived, followed by a dozen black-clad men wearing sunglasses—the members of his gun squad.

To be honest, Zhang Yuze used to think that young men who liked to wear sunglasses were just trying to look cool. But now, Zhang Yuze had a different perspective. He now believed that wearing sunglasses was more of a necessity, a way to conceal their identities and make it harder for people to remember them when they were doing something.

Li Yunpeng led several members of the Tianxia Gang into the room, pushing aside the youths blocking their path. One of them dragged over a chair and placed it in front of Zhang Yuze, allowing him to sit down. Li Yunpeng stood behind Zhang Yuze, his vigilant eyes fixed on the members of the Flying Riders Gang.